They were at some little distance from the big flower-garden, and the path that led to them was heavily shaded by shrubbery on one side, and on the other by a hedge which, though "quickset" as a foundation, was now a mass of honeysuckle and everlasting peas.

The scent was delicious.
From this we came out on an open space at the top of the kitchen garden, where, under a wall overgrown with ivy, lay the children's gardens.
"What a wilderness!" was Eleanor's first exclamation, in a tone of dismay, and then she added with increased vehemence, "He's taken away the rhubarb-pot.

What will Clement say ?" "What is it, dear ?" I asked.
"It's the rhubarb-pot," Eleanor repeated.

"You know Clement is always having new fads every holidays, and he can't bear his things being disturbed whilst he's at school.

But how can I help it if I'm at school too ?" "Of course you can't," said I, gladly seizing upon the only point in her story that I could understand, to express my sympathy.
"And he got one of the rhubarb-pots last holidays," Eleanor continued.
"It was rather broken, and Thomas gave in to his having it then, so it's very mean of him to have moved it now, and I shall tell him so.